Love Has Fireworks - Chapter 63

Chapter 63: You Must Be Little Li

Li Yifei moved back from the villa at Sijiqing Bridge to Capital International at the absolute fastest speed possible.

When he was staring at his things piled up high all over the room, not knowing where to even begin unpacking, Qian Fei was sitting on the sofa eating fried rice while watching him.

Li Yifei was spinning around like a headless fly, utterly clueless about what to tidy up first. Finally, he turned his head and said to Qian Fei rather unhappily, "You're only looking out for your own eating, you haven't even asked if I'm hungry!"

Qian Fei was entirely compliant, swallowing a mouthful of rice as she asked, "Then are you hungry?"

Li Yifei said, "Hungry."

Qian Fei said, "Oh, then stay hungry, the rice is all gone." She finished her last bite of rice as she spoke.

She got up to clear the bowl and chopsticks into the sink, then walked back to sit on the sofa, continuing to stare wide-eyed at Li Yifei and his chaotic mess of luggage.

Li Yifei tugged at this bag, let it go, and then kicked that suitcase, pulling his foot back.

In the end, he truly couldn't hold it in any longer and asked Qian Fei, whose posture clearly showed she was just enjoying the show from the side, "Tell me, how am I supposed to pack this up?"

Qian Fei blinked her eyes, "How did you pack up when you moved to the villa? Just pack up the same way now."

Li Yifei said, "I used a housekeeping service back then."

Qian Fei said, "Then keep using them."

Li Yifei said, "Aren't you here now? There's no need to look for one then!"

Qian Fei stared straight at him, throwing a crisp "bah" his way.

After a while, Li Yifei saw that Qian Fei was still sitting on the sofa wide-eyed without moving an inch. He really couldn't bear it anymore and directly asked, "Are you really not going to lift a single finger, just sitting there acting like a lord? Is this appropriate? Right now, I'm the landlord! You, a tenant, are acting so lacking in diligence and bravery, with absolutely no awareness of living under someone else's roof. Aren't you afraid of getting kicked out?"

Qian Fei leaned back against the sofa, swinging one leg forcefully over the other to strike the pose of a female bandit occupying a mountain, saying, "When I was the landlord, that was exactly how you acted as a tenant. I'm just learning from you, my predecessor."

Li Yifei was utterly defeated; he never expected she was waiting for him right here.

He thought about it, stepped out of the pile of luggage, and pointed directly at Qian Fei's bedroom. "When you were the landlord, you lived in that room, right? Now that I'm the landlord, I want to live in that room too. Hurry up and gather your things from that room, and move over to this room!"

Having said that, he strode with his long legs right into Qian Fei's bedroom and sprawled out flat onto her bed. "Hurry up and pack. Once you're done packing, I can move my things in."

Qian Fei was completely defeated. This man's skill in being shameless had only grown without ever diminishing.

She got up and went back to the room, standing beside the bed as she looked down from above at the shameless rogue on the mattress. "Get up."

Li Yifei propped up his upper body and asked, "What for? Don't want to move? It's fine if you don't want to move, then help me arrange my things into that room instead!"

Qian Fei leaned down, reaching past him directly to the corner of the bed behind his back to start pulling off the bedsheet.

"Move aside, don't get in my way of moving the quilt!"

Li Yifei blanked for a moment, blocking her. "Are you seriously moving to that room?"

Qian Fei drooped her eyelids, "Don't I have to listen to the landlord."

Li Yifei said, "Then when the landlord told you to help him tidy up the room, why didn't you listen?"

Qian Fei said, "Because most of the time the landlord is a bit shameless, I can only pick and choose the words that require a tiny bit of face to listen to."

Li Yifei was infuriated, "What exactly will it take for you to be willing to help me tidy up the room!"

Qian Fei looked at him and said, "Promise me that after my dad arrives, you won't spout nonsense, and I'll help you tidy up."

Li Yifei asked, "What counts as spouting nonsense?"

Qian Fei said, "Saying that you are my boyfriend or something like that."

Li Yifei raised his eyebrows, looking completely displeased. "Otherwise, what am I to you?"

Qian Fei: "Landlord."

Li Yifei muttered a "holy crap."

This was so frustrating that it was impossible to distinguish which statement actually counted as spouting nonsense.

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The way Qian Fei helped Li Yifei tidy up the room had changed slightly compared to before.

Most of the time she sat on the sofa, crossing her legs like a bandit as she directed Li Yifei with her mouth: "Take the things out of that large box and arrange them on the bookshelf in the study. Don't throw the box away, flatten it and put it under the bookshelf, we can keep using it in the future.

"Pull all the clothes out of the suitcase and hang them in the wardrobe. Don't hang the dirty ones, throw them into the washing machine instead.

"Big brother, you actually put your shaving kit inside the wardrobe? Did your creativity stem from your ignorant and fearless courage? Isn't there a bathroom right over there!

"Don't pile books right next to the pillow, old boss. What are you playing at, pretending to love studying so much that you forget to eat and sleep? Was that study left for you just so you could go in and breathe fresh air instead!"

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By the time everything was finally tidied up, Li Yifei only then realized that something seemed amiss.

"Does this still count as you helping me tidy up the room? This was completely a case of using my own hands to find ample food and clothing, wasn't it!" he asked, staring wide-eyed.

Qian Fei spread her hands, "Look, after becoming a landlord, how rapidly you've grown! You can practically take care of your own daily life halfway now!"

Li Yifei's mouth twitched as he rolled his eyes and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

If his old man knew that he had become this diligent and brave—to the point where he could even tidy up a room—there was no telling how the old man's tears would stream down his face.

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After finishing his shower, Li Yifei came out of the bathroom wearing large boxer shorts and a white t-shirt. He discovered that ever since getting to know Qian Fei, his clothing tastes had become more and more willingly inclined toward the loser style. In the past, if it wasn't imported genuine silk pajamas, he wouldn't even spare it a glance. Now, however, he could wear a white t-shirt from a street stall—the kind that cost fifteen apiece, thirty for two, and even threw in a pair of commoner boxers—and roll around happily on the bed without any psychological barrier whatsoever.

The moment he came out of the bathroom, he saw Qian Fei sitting on the sofa, spacing out with a somewhat gloomy expression.

He looked at her, and while rubbing his hair dry, he melodramatically sighed with emotion: "This master has finally returned!" Then he tossed the towel aside and began touching things here and there.

He touched the bathroom door and said, "Ah, my bath house!"

Moving forward, he touched the kitchen door and said, "Ah, my kitchen!"

Continuing to move, he touched the dining table and said, "Ah, my dining table!"

Walking over, he touched the television and said, "Ah, my television set!"

Turning a corner, he arrived in front of the sofa, crouching halfway down to touch it as he said, "Ah, my large sofa!"

With a smooth glide of his hand, he slid directly from the sofa onto Qian Fei's delicate cheek. Looking into her eyes, he said, "Ah, my little beauty! I've missed you all to death!"

Qian Fei couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter with a pfft: "Get lost! Be a good landlord and stop acting both stupid and cute over here!"

Li Yifei took advantage of the situation to turn around, shifting from a crouch to sitting on the sofa right next to Qian Fei. "Oh my, you've finally smiled!" He leaned against the sofa, gently patting her back from behind, "Do not worry, do not fear, do not be anxious. With me, the Flower-Handsome Boy Iron-Fist King here, whether the boat reaches the bridge pier or not, it will have to straighten out for me!"

Qian Fei squirmed a bit, twisting away from that restless hand on her back, and sighed as she said, "I don't even know when we can get a hospital bed assigned!"

Li Yifei's hand unyieldingly climbed back onto that back which possessed excellent tactile quality, patting gently and clingily, "Go stir-fry a plate of eggplant strips for me, and I'll tell you a piece of good news!"

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Qian Fei stir-fried a plate of eggplant strips for Li Yifei. He ate with immense happiness and concentration; if Qian Fei hadn't stopped him in time, he almost would have forgotten his grand and lofty status as a landlord and stuck out his tongue to lick the plate clean.

Setting down the bowl and chopsticks, he patted his belly with satisfaction and said to Qian Fei, "Bring the old man over tomorrow. After he arrives, he can check directly into the hospital—a VIP ward, I've already arranged everything for you. Then we'll do a more thorough examination as quickly as possible, and find a doctor to determine the exact date for the surgery."

Qian Fei looked at him, remaining silent for a very long time. As she watched, the rims of her eyes began to turn red.

Li Yifei was startled, "What are you doing? Are you about to cry or something? When did your tear ducts become so shallow?" His expression suddenly shifted into one of total displeasure, "I say, when you broke things off with me, why didn't you face me and cry a little! Do I carry that little weight? Where were your tears back then, where did they all run off to?"

Faced with his questions, Qian Fei could no longer bring herself to cry at all.

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The following evening, Aunt He arrived in Beijing with Qian Fei's father.

Li Yifei was as good as his word, indeed using a car to pick the old man up directly and take him to the hospital's VIP ward. He even told Qian Fei, "Rest assured, it's being charged at the rate of a regular ward."

Although the old man's physical condition was not good, his mental state was extremely active, positive, optimistic, and talkative.

At the very first sight of Li Yifei, if he hadn't been so weak, he practically would have pounced forward. Li Yifei finally knew from whom Qian Fei had inherited her careless, rough-around-the-edges tomboy personality.

Supported by Aunt He, the old man looked at Li Yifei and asked, "You are Little Li? How come you don't look like the same person in the photo Feifei gave me! You are simply way too handsome!"

Li Yifei glanced at Qian Fei, asking in a low voice, "You told me not to spout nonsense, should I follow along with the act?"

Qian Fei gave him a deadly glare, gritting her teeth as she whispered, "Cut the crap, hurry up and follow along with it! Make him happy and cheerful for me!"

Li Yifei then leaned in to support the old man, asking with a beaming smile, "Uncle, what did I look like in the photo Qian Fei gave you?"

The old man hummed and hawed, "Um, a bit dark, a bit old!"

Li Yifei turned his head to look at Qian Fei, raising his eyebrows mischievously: "It seems there was someone else before me!"

The old man shivered, hurriedly correcting himself, "No, I remember now, the photo Little Fei showed me was you! It was an overcast day that day, so I might have seen you as a bit darker! Little Li, don't overthink it, get along well with my daughter. She knows how to do everything—washing clothes, cooking, taking care of children, she's an expert at all of it! Living a life with her will save you an old amount of worry!"

Qian Fei's mouth twitched, while Li Yifei smiled like a cat that had successfully stolen a fish.

From the moment they met to checking into the ward, Li Yifei ran back and forth the entire way. The old man was full of nothing but praise for this "future son-in-law," praising him continuously as if missing a single word would trigger his illness and make his liver hurt.

Taking advantage of the moment when Li Yifei went to handle the paperwork, the old man urged Qian Fei, "Daughter, you must remember to take good care of yourself. Whatever you do, don't turn into a yellow-faced housewife, otherwise you won't match up to Little Li!"

Qian Fei practically wanted to weep but had no tears.

Her dad's mental energy was so bountiful; where did he look like a patient at all.

The next day, after finishing the comprehensive examination, the doctor set the date for the surgery, timing it before the National Day golden week holiday. At that time, both the liver and kidneys would need to go under the knife.

Fortunately, although the old man's two illnesses were severe, they were not yet fatal; it was just that after the surgery, they would have to rely on throwing money to rest and recuperate.

Qian Fei now felt that as long as she could save her dad's life, she would do it whether it meant selling her body or selling her kidney. She comforted the old man: "Money is a bastard, once we spend it we can earn it back. Whatever you do, don't get worked up over this! Besides, I'm about to pass the sponsor representative exam! If you don't help me spend some money, I won't even know where to pile up all that money earned in the future!"

Although she said so with her mouth, with only a little over a month left before the sponsor representative exam, she felt more and more lacking in confidence in her heart.